Princess Xxalia Ch. 04

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She was completely naked, the sheets in tangles as the heat from the roaring fire caused her entire body to bead with sweat. A surge of unexpected pleasure rolled through the pit of her stomach sending her deepest senses reeling. With a sigh of ecstasy she moved with it, encouraging it to flow to the very tips of her fingers. A rough and almost primal moan sounded at her ear, Bayu was beneath her as she lay atop him. Her back against his chest her legs spread by his bent knees and his thick, heavy shaft buried deep inside her. She groaned as he teased her breasts, his pelvis rocking to penetrate her soaking passage. He nibbled at her ear and kissed her neck. She turned her head and found his lips, their tongues instantly exploring the contours of their mouths.

She felt the wave of familiarity that heightened her passion. She loved him as brother and lover, her husband to be.

"Bayu," she moaned, her hands reaching above her head to plunge into his reckless hair. She thought of nothing but the moment, relishing in having her body possessed by her strong demanding lover. His hand slid along her abdomen, tracing a scorching line over her pale skin until he reached the feathery white curls between her parted thighs.

"Yes!" she cried as his finger skimmed over her straining pink bud. He pressed firmly against the yielding flesh causing Xxalia to cry out, her hips jerking under his finger, "Bayu please," she begged, her body writhing with the need of release.

Another figure moved in the firelight. King Dahl came into view, naked and glistening in the heat. He climbed onto the bed his impervious manhood twitching with desire as he positioned himself between the lovers' spread thighs. He ran his fingers over her drenched fronds and rubbed the slick over the firm round head of his erection.

Xxalia began to breathe hard, anxious and excited as he leaned over her. One hand supported his weight as the other guided himself to her occupied cleft. Dark green eyes full of purpose held her gaze as the brutal head nudged her.

"Please gods no," she whispered harshly, realising his intent. Her heart raced and she gasped in shock as he pushed hard against her. She whimpered desperately as he tried to join his son, "Please no."

The king breached her tight opening stretching her to capacity as a scream peeled from her lips. Xxalia's back contorted and she clutched his as she struggled for breath. Her legs shook uncontrollably as her inner walls burned with the effort. He forced her to accept his intrusion as he slid inside her fully. Both men lodged themselves deep within her aching passage and her cries became ragged as her muscles rippled and gripped them.

"Oh gods," she cried as both king and prince drove into her tortured crevice, the double penetration ravaging her body. Bayu spread his knees further to accommodate his father. The princess gasped as her thighs were parted even wider subjecting her to the full onslaught of their thrusting hips. In spite of the torment she had never felt such intense sensations. The vortex of pleasure engulfed her as the two erections continued to push, rubbing against the sensitive flesh of her channel making her pending climax ripple in anticipation. The men groaned in their effort, their bodies pressing hers between them. The prince continued to tease her tortured pearl as the king licked and sucked at her trembling breasts.

Her incessant cries echoed through the room as the molten heat of her core surged through her limbs until her scream announced the explosion of her orgasm. Sparks of pleasure burst through her body and she shuddered as her muscles clamped down on the two men.

Father and son groaned as they thrust into her their moans accented by her cries as each began to reach his peak. With loud grunts they came in unison and she felt their combined seed saturate her, flooding her womb before it oozed thickly from the sides. They withdrew suddenly and she felt herself spasm with the aftershocks.

Xxalia woke with a shock, her sheets damp and her body tingling. Breathing hard she knew it to be a dream and at the same time felt bewildered. Was she destined to have both men as lovers? Her encounter with the king was regretful, an event she would have to live with but one she would prefer to forget. She knew for certain that if she stayed in Farentine any longer she would find herself conforming to the needs of both her brother and future father in law. Much as she loved Bayu her heart was still confused and conflicted.

With a sigh she slipped her fingers between her thighs and found herself soaking. Her body betrayed her, her desires were strong. The room was still dark with the fire down to embers, but she stroked her begging flesh to emulate the dream's vivid rendition.

The marriage contracts and negotiations between the two nations were near completion; however Xxalia refused to stay in the Farentine kingdom any longer. As winter was only weeks away the princess was compelled to leave before the snows came and blocked the roads. The royal carriage was ready and waiting outside the palace as her staff said their good byes to their new Farentite friends.

The shameful experience with King Dahl had been two days prior and she was thankful there had been no further rendezvous. Nevertheless she was disappointed she hadn't seen Bayu since he'd taken her in the stable. She learned he'd gone hunting but she couldn't help but wonder if he was still angry with her dreadful behaviour. After she'd discovered her father's betrayal she'd been deeply wounded. Her love for him had been secretly nurtured since she was a small girl and to have him treat her so callously was more than her heart could bear.

The pain had dulled to a throbbing ache but she was pleased to finally be heading home and back to her beloved Corbelay. She was taking one last stroll about the gardens before she was imprisoned in the carriage and forced to endure the tortures of travel sickness. She resigned herself to the fact that Bayu was not going to see her off but she decided it was only fair since she'd treated him abominably after he'd shown her of her father's disloyalty. True, he'd then forced himself upon her but it was a moment of awakening and one she knew she would willingly repeat.

A breeze tugged at her skirts and lifted her long white blonde hair, blowing the changing leaves from the trees as the autumn months dwindled. Cascades of yellow and red fluttered around her as she walked and made her way to the ivy covered arch way, but the garden room was empty, the plants becoming dormant as they prepared for the cold. Once married she promised herself a visit during the spring to see the room come alive again. The tree at its centre was a mixture of green and gold, its leaves falling like feathers. She wandered to the trunk, tracing lines in the bark as she reminisced her time in Farentine.

"Such exquisite beauty," said a voice and she whirled around to see her brother leaning against the ivy arch way, "Was my bride to be leaving without a good bye?"

Her breath caught as her heart suddenly skipped a beat. His wild dark hair fell down his back and he looked at her with his piercing eyes. She saw the similarity in the shape of his nose and the elegant curve of his jaw the shared traits their mother had passed onto them. She knew him to be her brother, and yet couldn't help but be provoked by feelings for him. She'd grown up loving her father and in spite of his betrayal she still did just as strongly. Was there room for her brother?

Bayu reached her in two strides, pulling her to him in a passionate kiss. She whimpered under his strength but responded, her body instinctively leaning to him.

He pushed her back against the tree, his mouth never leaving hers. His hands smoothed over her bodice, stopping to caress her encased breasts. He yanked at the ribbons, pulling at the fabric until she was bared to him and he immediately took a rosy nipple into his mouth.

"Gods, Bayu," she groaned as his hot mouth suckled her deeply. The cold struck her skin and her body responded, tightening at the sudden chill. She toyed with his hair as he pleasured her, her fingers deftly running through the tangles.

"You want me don't you, tell me you desire me," he said fiercely, his mouth still teasing the taut peak of her breast.

"I, I-" she said, stumbling over the words as he worked her tingling flesh. Her core burned, she felt a yearning for him not unlike that for her father.

"Say it," he said straightening, his eyes held such an intensity as they looked into hers. He desperately wanted her love, wanted her to love him as she did her father. She felt herself melt, desire scorched her senses and she knew she would always want him.

"I want you," she said.

With a low growl he pushed himself against her so she could feel his desire hard and threatening through her gown. He held her gaze as he hitched up her skirts, his other hand loosening his flies. He grabbed her leg and pulled it to his waist and she felt him seek her entrance, pushing against her drenched folds until he thrust upward, filling her to entirety.

"Oh yes," she cried as he impaled her against the tree, his hips grinding against hers as he buried himself to the hilt. He kissed her neck roughly his firm body pinning her to the trunk. She closed her eyes, gasping with every stroke.

When she opened them she was looking up at the window of the king's room and saw a tall figure standing there, watching them. She knew it was the king but she wasn't ashamed let him witness their coupling. She felt a slight tug deep within and wondered if the king felt at all jealous. The thought made her smile and she continued to look at him her regret and shame evolving into a feeling of gratification.

Bayu's fingers wriggled between her legs as he found her aching nub and stroked it eagerly. She cried out as her pleasure increased and her legs trembled. She gripped his shoulders, her back pressing against the rough bark.

"I want to feel you come sister," he said, his voice harsh with lust. His fingers rubbed her so vigorously that Xxalia was gasping and crying out with every thrust. She felt her body shudder as the heat burnt through her limbs. She let out a scream as the wave of her climax broke and she felt herself clench around him.

Bayu groaned as her grip tightened. He lifted her other leg, pulling it around his waist so that she was wrapped around him. He grunted hard, pummelling her deeply until, with a loud groan, he came. She felt his seed erupt inside her. His rigid manhood pulsing and throbbing as the hot cream saturated her slippery passage. He held her firmly against the tree until his orgasm subsided; their bodies still joined as he kissed her. He withdrew carefully, releasing her legs so she could regain her balance. She glanced up at the window as she straightened her skirts and redid her bodice. The figure watched her for several moments before moving away.

"I'll miss you my sister," breathed Bayu, his arms going around her again as his forehead leaned against hers.

"As I will you," she panted kissing him tenderly, "I've behaved intolerably sweet brother. I must beg your forgiveness."

"I never intended you such pain but I do not regret informing you of the arrangement between our fathers. I can only pray that you heal to your former self. I cannot forgive until you forgive me."

"My darling brother," she whispered and kissed his mouth again, "You're a strength I know I can depend on. Without you I would be drowning in self pity. Promise to always remain true."

"Of course lover," he said, "As my wife you will have my protection. In spite of our fathers' differences we will stand united."

They shared another heartfelt kiss before they walked to the carriage. He held her hand through the window until the carriage began to move. Just as she had left the palace in Corbelay, she now left Farentine with her brother's seed slick and cooling between her thighs.

The tavern was small and modest but the princess was thankful to finally stop after a day's long journey. Her stomach was a jumble of knots and she'd had little hope in keeping any of her meals down. They'd been on the road for two day's and Xxalia was beginning to wish she'd never have to travel between the two nations again.

Her maids had settled her in the best room the tavern could offer. It was terribly small with the barest of furnishings but the princess would have been happy with a cupboard if only it contained a bed. She was readying herself for a long awaited sleep brushing her hair and wiping her tired face with a cool, soothing cloth.

Suddenly her door was thrown open. Startled, she dropped the face cloth and whirled around in irritation.

"Father?"

He slammed the door shut, a clear indication that he was in a temper. She had known he would be frantic having heard nothing from her; but she'd been less than caring after the brunt of learning his betrayal. Though his face was dark with anger he was still stunning. Her heart immediately increased its beat at sight of him sending a rush of heat as the blood raced through her veins. Yet the weeks of anguish he'd caused flared inside and she stood defiantly.

"What is the meaning of this, why are you here?" she asked, her eyes blazing, "I don't want to see you."

He was slightly taken aback at her outburst, in spite of his own annoyance he'd been ready to engulf her in his arms until she'd all but spat at him.

"I've had no word since you left Corbelay. You might have been dead," he thundered, "I wrote and you never replied. I didn't know if you'd arrived safely or if your body lay by the roadside. I've lived in agony since the moment you left Corbelay."

"You've been in agony?" she said her hands balling into fists, "You do not know what suffering is."

"Don't try to assume you know what I've been through," he said glaring at her dangerously, "You're my daughter, I've barely slept. Do you have any idea how desperate I became not knowing how you were? Our son misses his mother, had you forgotten him also?"

Xxalia suddenly stopped. She hadn't thought of her son Wheren for weeks and the image of his sweet face and tiny hands filled her mind. How much had he changed since she left, did he know how much she loved and missed him? She blinked back angry tears after all it had been her father who had sent her away in the first place.

"Would it have mattered? I'm just a pawn in this whole scheme aren't I?" she said.

"A pawn? What are you saying?" he said confused, "Xxalia, what has happened?"

"I learned the truth," she snapped, "I found out the real reason I'm to marry the prince."

"Oh daughter," sighed the king his anger dissolving in that single moment, "Dahl told you."

"No, Bayu did. The brother I never knew I had, but then Dahl wasn't going to tell me either. Your little conspiracy together failed."

"Xxalia, let me explain," he said, reaching for her but she took a step back. She wasn't going to let him believe he could smooth it over with a fatherly kiss. It was her life they'd played this senseless game with, her future as the Princess of Farentine reduced to a move on a chess board.

"It seems the only one with concern for my feelings is my brother. He knew I needed the truth, he felt that I deserved it. That's love Father. A man who barely knows me loved me enough to tell me the truth. I could have hated him for it. But I don't."

"And now you hate me?" he asked.

"No," she sighed pressing her fingers to her temples before she looked at him. Her sickness always left her feeling terribly drained. She wanted nothing more than sleep but knew she deserved an explanation, "I can't hate you Father. But I feel betrayed. I love you so much, how could you do this?"

"Please know that I love you more than life itself," he said and she could see the fire in his eyes as he said it, she also saw the pain, "I've lived with this knowledge for almost twenty years. Don't think I haven't seen a day when I'm not stricken with heartache and guilt."

"You should have told me," she said, looking away from him her defiance melting. She was having trouble staying angry. Just the expression of hurt and remorse on his face was enough to send her into his arms, but she remained firm.

"I am so very sorry," he said quietly, "But please understand that it wasn't only my life I tried to save. If it had just been that I would have gladly taken their punishment. But when the guards came to Corbelay they threatened your mother. They wanted to take her and force you from her. It would have killed you both. I managed to stall them until you were born. Your mother, gods rest her soul, knew she had to return to Farentine and leave you with me. She was deeply saddened but we both knew it was all we could do to keep you safe."

Xxalia was shocked. Her mother's life, her life, her entire family had been in danger. Had Dahl really planned to have her mother killed just to spite the Corbelean king? She shivered slightly as she remembered the Farentine king's eager mouth on her moist flesh, how he'd thrust himself down her reluctant throat and penetrated her body so roughly she'd still felt him the next day. Anger bloomed as a bitter taste in her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut wishing she could wipe away the afternoon spent with the king of Farentine.

She brushed the memories aside and looked to see tears sliding down her father's cheeks. He was reliving his own memories and she felt herself crumble. Her resolve destroyed, she went to him putting her arms around him leaning her head against his chest. His arms went around her and she felt his warmth and strength.

"When she, after she," he swallowed taking a moment to compose himself. "She died in the moments after you were born. First we were naming you then she was gone. The Farentine guards learned of her death and I was only able to keep you if I promised to give you to the king's son when you were old enough. I was terrified I didn't know what else to do. They threatened us with war and I knew Corbelay would perish. It seemed like such a long time and you were a tiny newborn. When we celebrated your eighteenth year I was anxious but when you came to me with a law of our own, I knew I could keep you for just that little while longer." He pulled her even closer and Xxalia never felt safer.

"You've given me so much joy as I watched you grow and then you honour me by giving me a son and an heir. I've never forgiven myself for what I did, but please understand it was all I could do."

Xxalia felt her own tears fall and she held her father tightly, "I forgive you Father," she whispered and she felt him kiss her hair. But deep down she felt the underlying surge of something dark, almost evil. Dahl had wanted her dead, her mother dead and her father ruined. She couldn't help but feel that he'd been consumed by vengeance when he'd taken her. She swallowed down the rising bile, desperately ashamed that she had succumbed to the king's whim.

She looked up and saw her father looking at her with such love. He would never know how she'd failed him but she was determined to rectify past wrongs and ensure she would have nothing further to regret. Holding his gaze she slid her hands up his chest and linked her fingers around his neck. She made to kiss him, but he grabbed her and pressed his mouth to hers. She moaned against his lips, her body aching for him to take possession.